On my desk, the driving glasses, a 15-year-old is in a right mood for it has been a struggle for the glasses to be accepted again after I bought a new pair that cost me a fortune The state of the art frame,Β yet useless, but I will not buy new ones. My old glasses purchased in a small shop that had no pretensions of being unique as master of Spectacles, alas, you have to tell people you are wonderful and apex and that cannot be surpassed or not, people avoid you and go for the liers and cheats in suits. I fell for ads and bought the overpriced pair that could not difference between red and green What relief it was to rummage through my office drawers to find my old glasses. is not what I wanted to say; what I meant was by looking at the lenses if they could tell me a story and remember something I had overlookedΒ a thing on my mind lost it in the life of April